My writing space

Several months ago, I was tagged in a “Show Your Writing Place,” meme that was circulating around. Although my space has been set up for several weeks in my younger son’s room, I haven’t written the post until now. This picture shows the incense I burn in the morning for my meditation before I start working. The penguin cup was a Christmas present from my younger daughter. When it got chipped, I converted it to a marker/pen holder. My fountain pens, with various color inks are waiting for me. I do indulge in colored paper as well, especially when planning or mind mapping, which I am doing here.

The left side of the desk has my pencil holder, my cases for my fountain pens so that they can travel from work to home without injury, and a stack of loose paper for reminder notes. Given my ADD, I stick the notes in the clip on top of the little silver holder, plunk it down in the middle of the desk, and hope I see it. It’s not fool-proof, but works most of the time.

Despite my recent shift to minimalism, I still have my little ceramic boxes from decades ago, which now corral small, pesky items. The top shelf also holds my parents’ wedding picture. My mother passed away last April after a long struggle with Alzheimer’s. I like to see my parents in a much happier time. My phone and bluetooth speaker are missing from this picture, but I find music essential for writing. The middle shelf has some of my craft books and a box of fountain pen ink. The bottom shelf holds my younger son’s books, since it is still his room when he come home on school breaks.

What does your writing space look like? Do you have objects nearby for inspiration or solace? I’d love to see, if you are willing to share.

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Why is it so difficult to know what to put here? I am the youngest of four children, raised in the old-fashioned Irish-American way. I butted heads early on with the good sisters at my Catholic elementary school, and ended up leaving high school for college with no diploma. I wear my high-school dropout badge rebelliously and proudly. I have far too many advanced degrees, and have been writing fiction since I was four years old. Very little of it has ever seen the light of day, but that is going to change.
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